Page 144 of Raven

To fuck? To talk? To sort us out? I’m willing to do anything to keep her with me.

I shake my head, and there’s a speck of disappointment on her face.

“My place,” I say, catching a momentary surprise in her eyes.

She nods. “Your place,” she whispers.

I don’t know what to say when we walk across the beach, so I ask about Sonny.

“He is fine,” she says. “He needs to rest. He’s probably watching a movie and forgot all about what happened earlier.”

She smiles, and I chuckle. “Sounds like him.”

I am tense like a steel rod when we ride my bike to my place, and her hands are on my waist. I feel her behind me, and I’m still wondering if I’m dreaming.

I’m definitely unnerved, cursing in my mind when I wonder if I left any mess at my house, though I never do. When I open the door to let her in, she walks in, and she is in?—

My. House.

Maddy is here. This fact blows my mind.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I say. “I’ll make us drinks if you want. I’m just going to clean up real quick.”

I leave her in the living room, walk to my bedroom, to the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the water, and splash it in my face. I need a fucking breather. Also, maybe to figure out what to say and how to act.

I lean with my hands on the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. How do I not screw this up? I already did once. Twice. Probably many times.

But here we are, at my house, ready to talk.

I want to kiss her all night. I want to fuck her. I want to fuck and kiss her at the same time—that’s a novelty. But I don’t want to take. Not this time. Take, take, take—that’s what I’ve done all my life, bit by bit, amassing power and wealth until I realized that the most important things can’t be taken. They are earned. Deserved. Gifted…

If Maddy wants to talk all evening and night, I will gladly abide. I won’t even touch her if she doesn’t want to.

I ruffle my hair and exhale, summoning determination, and wipe my face with a towel.

What now?

I open the door and walk out into the bedroom.

I’ll go slowly. Yes, we will talk. I will make her dinner. We will discuss?—

My eyes meet the most beautiful sight on earth—Maddy is standing in the middle of my bedroom completely naked, her clothes pooled on the floor at her feet, her dark hair spilling beautifully onto her bare shoulders and breasts.

There’s that smile in her eyes, and I have an immediate impulse to get down on my knees and worship her, kiss her feet, make my way up her legs, thighs, hips, that delicious pussy, then up-up-up to that soft mouth. If I could kiss her everywhere at the same time, I would.

My eyes follow my thoughts and run into her pretty browns.

“I want you to take off your clothes, Rave,” she says softly like some magic spell. “All of it.”

She’s asked that before. I always refused. But I won’t ever refuse her anything.

One step, two—not sure hers or mine—as we get closer. It’s her, because I’m still stalling. Her hands are on me, and while I try to kiss her face, anywhere I can reach, she’s pulling my shirt over my head and arms. My fingers go to my jeans’ button, but she is somehow faster, already working the zipper, giving my hardness a soft stroke.

She is undressing me, and I let her, because I will let her do anything she wants to me from now on.

I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t stop kissing her. I lean over and catch her mouth with mine in a kiss while she is pushing my jeans and boxers down my hips. I sink my fingers into her hair, devouring her mouth as I wiggle out of the jeans and boxers and kick them away. And I buck my hips into her hand as she softly strokes my cock. It’s hard like a gun, pushing into her hand, ready to shoot if she doesn’t slow down.

I step into her, guiding her toward my bed, then gently lower her onto it. She scoots backward. I follow, crouching over her, unashamed of the scars and the burns and my cock that bounces in the air wanting to be inside her.

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